"Lazzara. You're borderline hysterical hysterical and not thinking clearly. I'm saying you might want to talk to her about how you're not handling this whole age-reversal thing well, not that you need to talk to her about what the fuck you do in your spare time," Bob said slowly, inching his way closer while at the same time trying to avoid Lazzara's flailing arms. "Your specialty is defense against dark arts—knowing how the darker side of magic works makes you better at what you do. Hell, it's pretty much expected of you. Think about it. If you're willing to readily admit to practicing death magic, you're hardly about unleash a horde of undead house elves on the castle, not unless you wanted everyone to know it was you." Bob might not be a Ravenclaw, but even he could figure this one out. It was pretty much common sense.